Peanuts

Growing up in San Juan, Puerto Rico, Peanuts, was one of the few comic strips I remember reading as a kid from the newspaper. Not only that, but the characters, such as Snoopy and Charlie Brown are forever engraved in my mind as childhood icons. I have to admit; I wasn’t too thrilled to be reading comic strips at first. I’ve always found them to be too simple and would just lead to a bad pun or some other form of a lame joke. However, once I read Peanuts again after years of neglecting comic strips, I found the reading to be enjoyable, for the most part.

While I still love these characters, I dove into this reading expecting some repeating themes a couple of bad jokes. I have to say that I found no surprise regarding this. I expected (and received) Lucy chasing after Schroeder as he is still mesmerized by his passion for Beethoven and playing the piano. Snoopy is still sleeping on top of his house, and Charlie Brown will still fail to kick that football. Now don’t get me wrong. This isn’t really a problem for me. I’m in love with these characters. I love that Snoopy is still a silly dog that gets or causes trouble form time to time. In fact to this day, he is still one of my favorite characters in comics. I do have to say that I preferred going over strips that had little to no dialog and just relied on character actions. I thought these were the funniest and impacted me the most. I don’t think I’ll ever stop smiling at the thought of Snoopy sliding across the ice, skating about, only to find himself in the way of a pack of kids ready to whack about a puck right next to him.